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Breathing ice does not flow into their white shawls of flesh. It bites, murmurs of their slant nail shields, explores their teardrop curves. Soft crevices catch and cradle the cold blue quips of liquid movement. Futile wiggling now splashes into applause, not the groans of rubber and foam...

I deal in diction, in dried ink words finely chopped into a stew of sentence structure and a plot, should you find yourself needing a little reprieve. Though what I convey is concrete and moist with life your eager eyes enlighten it to a heavenly post of the most innocent be...

I thought I could see the reflection of her face in the campfire, distorted among tongues of orange and blue. When I turned to look at her, she was staring into it, as though she, too, could see the ghostly image. Outside the flames, her face was solid and pale. Only her eyes sparked and s...

It was not greeted with familiar smiles and gentle laughter today, it was blatantly ignored.
From behind the invisible wall, a woman’s shriek of frustration was punctuated by a door slam. The floor murmured with pacing feet, gradually growing louder, more demanding. The rest of the ne...

Madness, sweet madness!
Yes, take me to the crazy ward,
lock me in solitary confinement...
But first, answer me this, officer,
as you pull your straightjacket
over my unresisting arms:
What IS this mental disease
you have diagnosed me with?
We both know it’s not simple stupidity,
no, it...

We watched stoically as blood blossomed from newly carved fang marks on his shoulder. His eyes widened in surprise, then terror. We did nothing as his arms flailed wildly – though no one could help him in his descent. As he screamed, his body disappeared, then reappeared on the lower part of the b...

I’m so sorry that I woke you up
trying to move my hand from underneath your head.
I know you’re grumpy and you need to rest,
so just surrender yourself to slumber, I guess.
Though you sleep, I stay awake
watching you toss and turn.
Sorry my hand isn’t comfortable under your head,
and ...

You might think school would be difficult for me, but it’s not so bad. Sure, a person like me isn’t always the epicenter of social behavior, but I like to think I’m at least well-known, if not necessarily popular. But really, for a teenager, don’t you just want to be noticed? Or, was it ac...

My history book stares back at me,
Emotionlessly, daring me
To step back down to earth.
But up here, my mind is abstract,
Wondering blankly which emotion will come next,
Stumbling over its own thoughts klutzily,
Just because I heard your beautiful laugh.
It all seems to crush me, and even s...

Each millimeter of light beaming from the space between door and wall was precious. My mother’s silhouette greedily devoured most of the hallway’s fluorescent glow, but it was better than the inevitable darkness. She seemed to be pitying me, as if looking at a humane-shelter puppy behind the gla...

My fingers barely rest on the suddenly unfamiliar keys, like children lost in their own backyard. They know where they are, where they need to go, but my own over thinking suffocates their intuition.
Crash. Wrong chord, everything stops, all hope of music shattered with one unsharped note.
I close...

There was once a time
When there were no cages.
Society said I was too smart,
And led me down a sticky-sweet road
Into gleefully agreeing to be chained
To kids I didn’t know,
Who had already sewn together
Friendships and cliques
And I was an awkward, missing button.
Intelligence.
Thank...

My spirit wakens, and my body stretches. A gray sky, for no sun adores this cursed realm, frowns on me through the windowless hole in the wall. I hear people milling about outside, and I suppose I should get up as well.
I adorn my thick purple cloak and grasp my trusty scythe resting up against...

Part 5
Crying hysterically, Jake collapsed onto the floor. Sancia, trying to hold back her own tears, knelt beside him and laid both hands on his heaving chest. “Stay with me, Jake,” she pleaded desperately, “you can get through this. You NEED to get through this!”
“What if I don’t...

The Goddess of the Universe,
after filling her solitary creation-
the Earth, her only child-
with plants of good fruit
and beasts, with their terrible beautiful ways,
was not happy.
These creations could not look upon her
and thank her for the gift of life,
they were not self-aware,
they ...

Click.
There it is. My article was just released
into the unforgiving network
that is the internet.
Once it’s approved,
there’s no telling what will happen.
Like a lost child,
it wanders the vast world,
icy wind biting into its exposed flesh.
There’s no telling who will come...

Walking down a cold, black street in the depths of midnight opens one’s soul to a period of reflection. The unfaltering darkness offers no distraction as one contemplates their life, the things they’ve done, and the things they should have. A full moon beams down on me, pitying myself and my m...

“So, how about you?” Clara questioned hopefully.
A pastel-colored piece of paper hung limp in my hand like a dead, floppy animal. It was covered in illegible scrawls surrounding two huge, overcolored words: “Nature Club”. Overall, it was something a five-year-old with too many crayons...

Is that all I am, a shadow?
An imperfection, a blur
On the edge of your vision?
Is that all I am, a blur?
Something to be ignored,
And later, wiped away?
Is this why you ignore me?
Not important enough
To give a second glance?
Are you the important one,
And I am just yo...

Fridays were always quiet at Cellsworth High School. Some high schools are probably rowdy on Fridays, the anticipation of the weekend more than the students can bear. At Cellsworth High School, every student anticipates something no student should have to bear.
Mindy was as quiet as anyone when...

I don’t want to write songs of pain,
But that’s the only thing I know
Don’t want to record every blow and bane,
But that’s the only way to let go
When they talk to me, the only thing I see
Is a prime criticism opportunity
They always agree, thinking “Why can’t she
Live up to eve...

It’ll start out as a crush for a year or two
You’ll stare at me, I’ll stare at you
Nothing will start for at least a while
Except the occasional loving smile
And that’s how you’ll know I love you
Your star-filled eyes will see right through
to my heart, and you’ll see my love is ...

As a beam of moonlight glistens on the armor of scales, my eyes come to attention. The serpent’s slender body is at the surface of the sea, large and beautiful, mysterious and intriguing. I watch it, trying to mark which part of its body I’m looking at. I start thinking it must be the neck, d...

Sitting on a vessel, I watch the waves go by. I’m watching-waiting-for her to appear. Fish swim hurriedly beneath the water, running from something, but what? A larger fish? Suddenly, I see her face. It is a face beautifully chiseled away by years of water friction. That face is framed by go...